The dominoes are falling
As the rain is pouring down
The engines of our minds are stalling
And everything we know is about to be burned to the ground

The puzzle is coming together
And the pieces fall into place
The prophets are saying forever
As God kills off the human race

The pictures we've painted are smudging
The colours we speak will fade
As love and hate are judging
The decisions and mistakes that we've made

The towers we've built are crumbling
The paint on our hearts is chipped
As the steps we take send us stumbling
Into a life for which we are ill-equipped

The sculptures we've molded are sinking
Into a sea of sand an blood
We slaughter one another without even thinking
The consequences may not be what we want

The friendships we've built are breaking
As a thing called love is forgotten
We're losing the things we spent a lifetime making
And realize this world in which we live is rotten

We give our lives for remembrance
In hopes that someone will cry
To give this life some meaning or semblance
So this mistakes won't be made again after we die

Disclaimer:I do not own or claim to own Death Note that honour belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi obata ^^

Three years…had it really been that long already? I mused as I absentmindedly played some game on my DS. Tomorrow would be Mello’s and my third year anniversary I wanted to do something special, I had the perfect idea. Mello was asleep the last time I checked but there was no telling how long that would last. I hoped it would last long enough for me to finalize some arrangements which I realized at that point that if I didn’t get started quickly would never fall into place. It took me about five minutes to find my cell phone of course that was after the ten minutes it took to pry myself away from my game.

When I called information I got a busy signal I didn’t even know that was possible. I suppose I could look for the phone book but that would just eat up more time then waiting for the information line to clear. So for the next couple of minutes I started organizing the plan in my head finding that it didn’t need much organization, what I had in mind was fairly simple kind of sappy but nice. The phone rang the next time I called an operator answered the line in a dull voice I thought operators were supposed to be friendly and cheery oh well I liked it better this way. I asked her for the number to a jeweler that I had run across in a magazine a month or so ago. After receiving the number I hung up the phone leaving the operator to her boring job.

“Hello Sampson jewelers how may I help you?” The man who answered the phone didn’t sound like he really cared if he could help me more like he was brutally forced into answering my call.

“Hello I was wondering what your prices are for gold bands.” Why was I bothering to be polite I was expecting some obscene number opposed to a nice answer to my question.

“We sell sets of gold bands for $75 a set.” Blunt enough reply and not as ungodly a price as I was expecting, in fact it was workable I asked the man to put a set on hold under the name Matt Jeevas (I wasn’t going to use my real name but I had to give him something) and informed him that I’d be in to pick them up this afternoon. With a rude grunt of agreement and a gruff goodbye the man hung up the phone.

‘Definitely interesting’ I thought I hadn’t actually been expecting the first place I’d call to work about but apparently my luck wasn’t out to get me today. I just jinxed it I cursed myself setting to work on the next part of my plan. The next number I called was one I had memorized over the course of the last couple of years, the place I was calling just happened to be Mello’s favourite chocolate shop in town, I’d had the thought a week or so ago that maybe he’d appreciate a box or two of chocolate, I know it’s corny but it’s more practical than leather not that I didn’t approve of him wearing leather.

Yeah I jinxed it, it turned out that the shop wasn’t open today or tomorrow cursing under my breath I hung up my phone and started to formulate a backup plan. Maybe I would have to go with the leather idea…what could I get Mello that was leather that was romantic enough for what I had planned. Then it hit me not literally but close, something leather and romantic that somewhat kept the corny feel of the chocolates. I picked up my phone and dialed information again this time the woman who picked up was a bit to enthusiastic and I found myself wishing I’d looked for the phone book instead.

I requested the number to a leather store I had heard Mello mention before quickly hanging up the phone after receiving the information I needed relieved to not have that high pitched voice wailing in my ear any longer. The person who took my call at the leather shop was much nicer than the man at the jewelers but thankfully not as excited as the operator. It suddenly struck me that a man answered at the jewelers and a woman at the leather store was that weird to a

Now as I start a new year my mind is plagued with the misfortunes of the year previous to this. Though try as I might to reflect on the pleasantries of the year past I find my thoughts are drawn to the mistakes I've made and the wrongdoing I've experienced. Last year should have left me with many a positive memory, this year I have suffered no surgery and stayed away from the restrictive binds of mental rehab. But those things feel mediocre when compared to the chances I ruthlessly discarded and the friends I hurt in doing that. I wrack my mind for something in the last year that gave me an honest reason to continue as is, but I have found that I have done nothing this last year to merit respect from myself or anyone else. The clock to my right is clicking away the seconds and the year 2009 passes into 2010, another year spans out before me and I fear for the worst so that I do not feel disappointment if things fall apart. Don't get me wrong I do intend to try my hardest this year for I shall start a new part of my life. Though I will pass into my adult years by way of years I've been in this world I feel that I am not emotionally prepared for this assent. In a sense this year I resolve to learn the ways of life from a mature and logical standpoint but even in saying I shall do so I will not hold proof of this action until I watch the clock tick away into 2011. Saying this I leave to sleep on these musings and hope that when I awaken in the morning my resolve will be solid and my heart will be ready to start this year because as of now I'm weak and terrified but I wash my hands of 2009, it's finally over.